The onboarding process had been smooth.

Nir had been welcomed in quite readily. As a guest and frequent customer, he had his name on the hotel’s files for a long time. And as such, they knew he was qualified for the role he applied for:

Technician and Product Quality Assurance Tester.

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It wasn’t like that there was much for the position to do. The hotel was still just that; a hotel. At most, the Q&A testers would be asked to test out new means of entertainment, such as new venues and new equipment.

The biggest issue for Q&A were the new versions of the Silk Bots.

Upgrading to a new software system always came with inevitable bumps and stumbles, but Nir was tasked with helping smooth these sorts of issues out.

The prototype Silk Bot was currently sat on Nir’s shoulder, clinging like a silvery epaulet. It was bigger than its predecessor, but it hosted quite an expanded silk canister inside… 

Despite being just a little machine, he had grown inordinately attached to it. It had provided quite the service for him, and he’d ensured it could be identified by a little smiley face sticker on its abdomen. 

Nir smiled as he took it along to his own private office. It wasn't exactly huge, but it was clean and worked for his purposes. Using the keycard granted to him, hebwould head down a back hallway to unlock his office… Office 340.

The interior wasnt terrible at all. It had a desk, a few filing cabinets, and most importantly, space to let the Silk Bot move and work out its many kinks.

“Alright. Let’s get started.” The sergal said, settling in and getting started on paperwork. “Silk bot. If you could please get me a drink?”

The bot would jitter slightly, climbing down from his shoulder to settle on his desk. It opened a compartment to reveal a small keypad, allowing him to type in a number to place his order…

“Hmm.” He referred to the hotel’s room service menu, tapping his chin. “Lets start with something easy.” He selected a brand of cola that the hotel stocked, and would send the bot on its way.

No more than 15 minutes and the bot would return, a chilled canned beverage within its midsection compartment…

“Alright, that looks good.” He scribbled down the results on his notes, nodding. “Thank you.” Nir couldn’t help but smile as the little robot swayed back and forth on its many legs, moving side to side in reply to his gratitude.

They had inspected the silk bots that had been fitted for maintenance and locating faults and breaks in the building’s infrastructure earlier that day. So all that was left to test was the bondage function. The program hadn’t been released to the general public yet, it was still in testing. As such, Nir had the beta copy put into the little Silkbot he had been assigned.

“Alright. Let’s activate Bondage Mode. We can start with something light. You ready?” 

Another affirmative waggle of legs and its abdomen. 

The Silk Bot hopped up, spraying its silk and working on yanking the sergal’s arms behind him.

Nir made a few mental notes as he struggled, working on trying to resist the Silk Bot. He had been told to go wild without trying to fight it off, save for actually breaking it…but it was able to loop the silken rope around his wrists, pulling it taut.

The Silk Bot leapt down, running a trail of thread down his body and working on binding his ankles and knees. The cuff like ties were new, done quickly and before Nir had a chance to react.

Eventually, the Silk bot pulled him to the bed, letting him sit. “Okay! Okay! That’s enough! Cease!” He yelled, squirming. The Silk Bot would freeze, settling down as he started struggling… the silk was high quality stuff, slightly sticky without pulling on fur or chaffing sensitive skin…

“Alright. Not bad. The ties are all standard, mhm…” he tugged and assessed the quality of the ties, the knots and bindings… “Tight enough to hold people, not tight enough to be too uncomfortable. Good. Alright. Code number 902.” 

He spoke the code, overriding the Silk Bot’s programming and causing it to undo what it had just done. It would carefully undo the bindings, recycling the webbing as it cleaned up after itself… 

“That’s taken care of…” Nir stood up, stretching and checking his wrists and ankles. No deep marks, just slightly tugged on fur. He sat down, working on taking down the notes… when his phone rang.

“Ughhhhh…” he picked up, slamming his pen down. “Yes ma’am? What’s up?” He paused, letting his boss speak. “Oh? Needed in the main lobby? Fine, fine, Ill be there.”

Nir stood up again, talking on the phone as he moved to the door. The Silk Bot made a leap for his shoulder and missed. The Sergal didn't seem to notice as he strode off, shutting the door behind him…

The Silk Bot had jostled a component in its processor, and was jittering as it tried to make sense of the error messages littering its internal screen…

==

The meeting had been two hours.

Nir was just more tired than he cared to admit. As much as he liked this job, there were plenty of times where he wished he didn’t have to sit through the yap-fest that was team meetings… 

He opened his door, turning on the lights… and running directly into a huge spider web.

“What the-?! HEY!” He gasped, squirming and struggling in the thick layers of silk… now that he was able to properly look, the entire office had been webbed up, top to bottom… and from above, the Silk Bot would jitter and crawl down over him. It latched onto the back of his head, slowly spinning up a swatch of webbing up…

“No, no, no! Code 9-MRGGH THHH! NNH MMGH THHH!” Nir struggled to speak the code that would shut the bot down… but it was too late. It had wrapped a thick sheet of webbing over his muzzle, sealing it shut tightly… and now, Nir could only watch helplessly as it scuttled down to work on the rest of him.

The more he struggled, the tighter the bot pulled on his bindings. Nir shook his head as he ended up tangling his limbs more and more, only aided by his new captor… he could feel the way that the bot pulled and tugged, drawing his limbs in closer to his body, how each small movement tightened his confinement little by little.

It took some time, but soon he was completely encased in a tight, sticky cocoon. He could only helplessly struggle, feeling the way it tugged on his fur and made it hard to find purchase with his webbed up hands…

He struggled and cried out as he watched the silk bot move slowly across the room, pushing his door closed. Slowly ensuring he was hidden from view completely… and shutting off all his office lights.

It was going to be a long night of testing and trying to get out…

The fall season at the hotel was delightful.

Already, decor for the upcoming halloween party that was hosted in the hotel's ballroom was being set up, with adorable little pumpkins being placed everywhere.

Including upon some of the equipment.
===

Griz was not a party person. But she was always in it for free candy.

The problem remained that she still had silkbot tests to do. And this one's systems were giving her trouble.

"Ghhhhh c'mooooon c'moooon .." she growled, gritting her teeth as she screwed in the last component…

"Griz."

"What." She didn't even need to look up to recognize Umber's voice. "I'm almost done with this tune up."

"Well you better hurry up. Kixx just got a huge cauldron full of sweets and he's tossing it out to the guests. Lil tease." The mule rolled his eyes. "And I know you're a fan of that shit."

"UGH. I told his sorry ass to wait for me!" Griz huffed, screwing on the last component. "Done. Fine. Holy shit, let's go." Grabbing a tote bag, and her coat, she shut off the lights and slammed the door. The vibrations made the silk bot tip over the edge of the table, falling and causing it to activate on its own…

The silk bot was one of Griz's all terrain models, and was more or less adapted to navigating the hotel and its grounds unattended. She had marked it off with a couple of pumpkin stickers, notifications that these ones were to be used outside for the most part… and that's where it was going.

Unscrewing the vent covers, it made its way out to the feral estate rooms. There was a scheduled appointment out there…
===

Where was Delphi?

Ascer had been settled in his room for a good portion of the morning,waiting for his friend. She hadn't come back from her hike yesterday, but she had insisted that he wait for her here… it was fine, but honestly, he just wanted to know where she was…

He flicked his tail in annoyance, but sighed. Perhaps it would be fine if he took a walk, just to stretch his legs and kill time until Delphi got back.

Hell, maybe he'd even run into her on the way.
===

He trotted along the marked paths, enjoying the warmth of the autumn sun on his back. The woods around the hotel grounds were lovely this time of year, boasting impressive displays of golden brown, red and yellow leaves falling down with each gust of wind. And yet it wasn't too cold as to need a blanket for his walk…

Delphi had mentioned she would be walking up to the hilltop on this trail… maybe she had gotten lost? Ascer hoped not…

"Delphi?" He called, looking around and heading towards the main trailhead. She had to be here somewhere, surely… he didn't want to miss the festivities tonight, so while there was plenty of time, it was best he found her sooner rather than later…

Upon reaching the trailhead, he paused. There was a disturbed patch of brush, one that led out away from the main trail. He lifted his legs gingerly, following the weird trail… the trees were thicker here…

It was… confusing. It was as if it were done in a panic?

It would take some time, but eventually, Ascer would arrive… back outside the hotel? He was right by the feral specific hotel area… his ears flicked, looking around. The place was more open here…ah! Yes there!

He saw the hoofprints left in the worn dirt areas, and followed them, unaware he was also being followed…
===

Finally, this hour-long goose chase would be over.

Ascer arrived at the copse of trees the tracks led to, and noticed that the further he got, the more there were traces of…webbing? And a struggle? Broken branches, trampled bushes…

And in the very heart of the copse was what he was looking for.

"Delphi…?"

The mare was still up there, letting out muffled cries… she was still up in her rearing pose, trapped yet regal looking.

"What happened?! Who did this to you?" He asked, pawing with his hooves to try and pull her down.

"NMNPH! LGH MMMGH!" she cried into her muzzle, eyes wide as she looked behind him…

In an instant something had jumped on his back, wrapping a thick silken cord around his neck.

"GH!" The stallion reared, gagging and whinnying as the cord tightened, choking him a bit to try and settle him. Ascer kicked and bucked, trying to get the unseen threat off of him. But whatever it was, it clung to him tightly, using more and more silk ropes to trap him… his cries for help would be silenced by a beautifully woven muzzle, not unlike Delphi's, tight and sticky and making it hard to breathe…

"NNNN! MMGH!" He tried to run. To turn and bolt off towards the hotel. But whoever was on his back kept steering him away, pulling him back among the trees… already, the sticky, silk ropes were clinging to his flanks, being woven by the scuttling entity that held on so doggedly, so persistently…

The more Ascer struggled, the harder the thing pulled on his leash.

It would take time. But soon Ascer began to tire. The unseen thing had forced him up into a rearing pose, before pulling him up and suspending him between several sticky strands of silk… the stallion finally got a good look at whatever it was…

It was a spider like machine, scuttling on four thick legs and using two sets of smaller arms to manipulate and produce the silk. Already, it was crawling down over his back and to his underside. He would have fought more, but he was feeling so tired and dizzy from the fight…

He did perk up a bit when he felt the delicate mechanical servos teasing his cock.

"NN! SHPH!" He yelled, eyes wide as he felt himself being teased and tormented. The delicate, featherlight strokes only made it worse, soon leaving him erect and leaking… it felt so good, it was even using a makeshift sheathe made of silk to jerk him off. The soft, sticky wrap would engulf his cock, prompting his hips to buck and shudder with each stroke…

Before the top of his shaft was plastered to the bottom of his belly.

"NNGH?! HHGH!" He protested, as the silk bot continued its work. It would web him up, wrap sheets of silk around his torso… each leg would be individually wrapped before being attached to one another via a sheet of silk…

It wouldn't take long for him to be completely wrapped and trapped beside Delphi, both horses fully on display… they both would let out such weak and needy noises, struggles faint and barely able to make the web vibrate…

For now, the silk bot had completed its task.

It would hop off the stallion and leave them to hang, helpless and ripe for the taking for whoever found them next…

Trade I did of one Johnny Storm in a very sticky situation!